Page 42 of Bearnapped at the Altar

“I work with Javier, Stephanie’s mate, on a regular basis. You know from the show that some of those wolves do undercover security work. We’ve saved each other’s asses more than once, and they were more than happy to help me fulfill this fantasy for you.”

“You mean, they’re gonna film us in Red Heaven?”

“Not exactly,” Stephanie said. “It will be just like the show. We’ll film just up to when things get too hot to handle, and then leave the two of you alone for the rest. You’ll never know we’re there.”

This was amazing. “Will it be part of an episode?”

Stephanie shook her head. “If we’d like to use any of it for promo, we’ll let you see it first and you’ll sign off on everything. Tonight, you’re an honorary Werewife, and you always have final say of how we use the material. But mostly, this is just for you and Barrett.”

“This is amazing,” I said as the sound woman pinned a mic inside my dress.

“You love these shows so much, and I thought your episode should have a happy ending.” Barrett’s voice was pure growl, like it was every time he took me to bed.

“It already does.”

He was mic’d too, and there was no way they didn’t pick it up when he said, “I can’t wait to watch this night with you, over and over again.”

My body heated with the suggestion, but then I remembered this was just for us. I pulled away from him and motioned for him to follow me.

The crowd at The Redheaded Stepchild was rowdy and ready to party tonight. There was a band onstage, and the dancefloor was full of people singing along, dancing, and lost in their own rhythm. Sweet moon, I was really here. Barrett’s hand was on my back.

I looked over at him, his gaze was on the stage, but it slid over to meet mine. Always the protector. Always knowing what I wanted. He pulled me into his arms and gave me a kiss that turned my legs into jelly.

His hand moved up my leg, pushing my skirt up to a dangerous level. He rested on the curve of my ass cheek. My heart pounded—even though I’d had a camera crew following my every move for weeks, tonight was different. Supercharged.

It was so much different when I was actually with my mate. I never thought I’d feel anything like this. I’d chalked it up to being human. Not feeling my emotions as deeply as someone who had animal instincts. But I had it all wrong. I was capable of feelings this intense.

The band started again, and I moved my hips to the frantic beat. Barrett’s erection was hard against my stomach.

He somehow managed to tear his lips away from mine. His eyes were on fire.

“I want to strip you out of this dress,” he growled. “I need to take you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stephanie motion to her crew to head to Red Heaven.

I nodded to Barrett. “I want everyone here to know I belong to you.”

He picked me up easily and headed away from the crowd. My arms were around his neck. It took everything I had to keep from kissing him.

A guard nodded to us and lifted the velvet rope.

“Welcome to Red Heaven, baby,” he said.

The area was dimly lit, with curtained rooms along the walls. Dancers in various stages of undress were on a narrow stage in the middle of the room.

Those little curtained rooms…many of them were full, even though the curtains were wide open. Couples, threesomes, even one woman with four mates—you go, girl—were all lost in the throes of passion.

The camera crew hadn’t followed us back here.

Barrett set me down on my shaky feet. I’d fantasized about this night so many times, I knew exactly what to do.

I slipped the strap of my dress off my shoulder, and ran my hands over my body, luxuriating in the feel of the velvet. Pretending they were Barrett’s hands. I ran them over my breasts, going back and forth slowly as my nipples pebbled.

The lace of my bra was visible, and my touch was electric as I dragged my fingers over it.

Barrett’s eyes were glued to the motion, and he was in a full body rumble as he backed me against the partition between two of those little rooms. One of them was empty, but the other one was rocking.

I didn’t have eyes for anyone but my bear.

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